Sunday night I tried to add up how many more hours my wood-stripping project in the entry hall will take. I guessed 20 more hours just for the heat gun work (and that's probably a low estimate), and I won't venture a guess about the subsequent chemical stripping and refinishing.
Since I'm the chief stripper in this house, I think I need a stripper name. According to this quiz, my stripper name is Tina Tingles.
In all seriousness, I really like my job as stripper-in-chief Tina Tingles. It's something I can do a little at a time and all by myself (wait, that doesn't sound right). For most projects around the house, I have to wait for Darwin to feel motivated. I'm gradually gaining confidence and experience with various tools and processes (hmm, that doesn't sound right either), but I'm still too girly, too afraid of heights, too something for most of the work.
I'm usually the planner, the supervisor, the tool-passer and the flashlight holder. But on this project, I am the go-to girl, and I like that.